Psych Ward

Clock ticking
Lady talking to an imaginary man
I'm waiting, just waiting for smoke break
Stuck in an illness,
Unsure what will happen to me
I haven't eaten in 5 days
Haven't really had a meal in a year
Making scratches on my arm with staples
Bleeding on my hospital gown
I fucking love this place.
But where do I go
If they can't rescue me from myself?
Time for another safety check
Get undressed, show them your cuts.

I live in psych wards
Never really grew up
3 birthdays spent in 3 different wards
Seeing people come and go
And some never seem to leave.
But I'm not crazy
I'm sane.
So what am I doing here?
I dig the paperclip in deeper to my breasts.